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Wiping the sleep from his eyes, Barnaby Spruddge stared down at the small silver coin lying besides his pillow. Living as he did in the brown part of Hope town, he realised that his fairy money was just about the only hard cash that would ever come his way unless he covered some pretty gruesome chores for his mother or for the strange rat man living along his route for school.
Life was so very different for Beth Fothergill living in the high part of town. Living in a beautiful cottage overlooking a sparkling lake. For her, fairy silver was just the cherry on the top of a very large, well iced cake. The only thing that Barnaby and Beth held in common was the fact that they both lived in the little town of Hope, a town totally dominated by a grim, gruesome glove factory. Day after day, the factory turned out some of the neatest, sweetest fashion accessories for the finest of ladies. Had they only known the ingredients of the mixture used to tan the leather for their gloves, maybe they’d have preferred woollen mittens.
So it continued for the people of Hope with one half of the town struggling to make ends meet, fighting the terrible conditions inside the grim, grimy factory, breaking their backs just to feed themselves. Meanwhile, in the high part of town, the money men, the wheeler dealers, the big-time operators struggled to decide where to go for their next suit, holiday or car. And, it continued to continue until that fateful day when a few schoolchildren learned that there was something not quite right with all of this tooth fairy business. Indeed, why was it that High Town children had a higher cash value with every single tooth that they sent to their pillow. It just wasn’t fair, until Nigel Rivett hatched a plan that was set to turn the entire Fairy Silver market on its head.
‘No good will come of this’. Mark my words well. No good will come of this’.
Follow Beth and Barnaby’s story through two violent deaths, the bitterest of winters and their encounters with The Fairy Folk in search of their own happy ending.
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Wiping the sleep from his eyes, Barnaby Spruddge stared down at the small silver coin lying besides his pillow. Living as he did in the brown part of Hope town, he realised that his fairy money was just about the only hard cash that would ever come his way unless he covered some pretty gruesome chores for his mother or for the strange rat man living along his route for school.
Life was so very different for Beth Fothergill living in the high part of town. Living in a beautiful cottage overlooking a sparkling lake. For her, fairy silver was just the cherry on the top of a very large, well iced cake. The only thing that Barnaby and Beth held in common was the fact that they both lived in the little town of Hope, a town totally dominated by a grim, gruesome glove factory. Day after day, the factory turned out some of the neatest, sweetest fashion accessories for the finest of ladies. Had they only known the ingredients of the mixture used to tan the leather for their gloves, maybe they’d have preferred woollen mittens.
So it continued for the people of Hope with one half of the town struggling to make ends meet, fighting the terrible conditions inside the grim, grimy factory, breaking their backs just to feed themselves. Meanwhile, in the high part of town, the money men, the wheeler dealers, the big-time operators struggled to decide where to go for their next suit, holiday or car. And, it continued to continue until that fateful day when a few schoolchildren learned that there was something not quite right with all of this tooth fairy business. Indeed, why was it that High Town children had a higher cash value with every single tooth that they sent to their pillow. It just wasn’t fair, until Nigel Rivett hatched a plan that was set to turn the entire Fairy Silver market on its head.
‘No good will come of this’. Mark my words well. No good will come of this’.
Follow Beth and Barnaby’s story through two violent deaths, the bitterest of winters and their encounters with The Fairy Folk in search of their own happy ending.
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